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When the words left her lips, Killian had to hold himself back, not immediately thrust into her because he didn’t want to hurt her. He knew what she was saying without the words having left her lips. Knew that them joining unfiltered was a testament to how they both felt.
He bounced her slowly on his dick, rolling his hips up to meet her each time he pulled her down. Each thrust was deep. The warmth of her pussy surrounded his dick and engulfed him in paradise. Killian pulled her tighter to his chest as if they could get any closer.
He peppered kisses over her collar and then up her neck. He licked her earlobe before nipping it gently.
“You’re taking me so well,” he praised softly against her ear. “Squeezing me so tight.”
Journee wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed around him the next time she came down. He moaned against her ear, drawing one from her. He rolled his hips on each thrust, angling to hit that spot deep inside her.
“You feel so good, baby. So perfect,” he continued to praise, and her pussy clenched around him.
“Baby, please. Right there. It’s so good. I’m so close.”
Killian continued thrusting. “Yeah? You like that? Are you going to cum for me?” He nipped her earlobe again. “Rain all over my dick.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Then give it to me; let me feel it. Cum para mim, Tigresa,” he demanded.
“Killian,” she breathed his name like an offering, gripped his hair, and pulled his head away from her ear. Journee’s lips met his, and she kissed him as her release covered him, coated his dick in more warmth, more wetness, and fuck, he wanted to feel more of it.
He didn’t stop thrusting, fucking her through her orgasm, and she continued to kiss him in time with his hips, with their movements. He kept his pace, strokes deep on each entry. Killian wanted her to cum again for him in that position, wanted to feel her juices cascade down his dick, drown it.
Her hips gyrated as she rode him, rocked in time with him. She removed her lips from his and kissed down his neck. Killian tilted his head to give her more access. Journee sucked the flesh, nipped, and bit it. He knew he would have love bites the following morning, but that was what she wanted. She was marking him, a primitive sign that he was taken and belonged to her, and Killian wanted more of them. He wanted her to litter him with them, to reciprocate and mouth deep bruises into her soft, delicate flesh.
Their movements continued, and she moaned against his neck as she marked him, branded him. With one arm around her waist, the other hand gripping her ass, Killian supported her ride, helped her jounce up and down his length.
“Don’t stop,” she demanded. “Just like that.” She licked up the side of his neck. “Don’t you want me to cum again?” She bit his shoulder. “Cum again just for you.”
Killian felt his dick twitch inside her as she convulsed around him. “Fuck, Tigress.” He gave her a harder thrust that drew a deep moan from her. “Yes. Cum for me again, baby.”
He didn’t have to wait long for her to comply. The orgasm ripped from her as she bowed her back, and he held her impossibly close. Journee ground against him, and he mirrored her movements, pushing up as if he could get any deeper than he already was. Their movements gradually came to a halt, and he removed her from his lap.
“Face down for me, Tigress.”
Journee complied, swaying her ass when she was in position, enticing him, teasing him. Killian moved behind her, leaning down to bite her left ass cheek, and the resulting moan was music to his ears. He lined himself up, gripped her hips, and pushed forward, sinking home.
He’d only pulled out of her thirty seconds ago, and as her warmth enveloped his dick again, he felt it had been too long. It was easy to see that feeling her skin to skin had become a quick addiction, one he didn’t want to have to get rid of.
Killian pulled out, guiding her back to meet him as he reentered her pussy. His pace started slow, but with every few thrusts, it gradually picked up and quickened as he abused her sweet spot each time, his patience waning.
Moans, groans, and the sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, surrounding them in a cocoon of melodies of their own making. He would swear each time he entered her, the more suffocating the pleasure became. With each moan she gave him, graced him with, the more his hedonistic need took hold of him.
He ran his hand down the middle of her back, admiring how she arched for him, enjoying the way she pushed back to meet every jut of his hips and deep penetration. She welcomed him in and greeted him each time she pushed back against him.
Killian smacked her right ass cheek, and the sound ricocheted off the walls. Loud in a room filled with noises spurred, pulled from carnal pleasure. He massaged her cheek, working away the sting.
He grabbed a pillow and slipped it under her without breaking his movements. He wanted more, and he knew she would give it to him. It wasn’t possible, but he wanted to be deeper; he wanted her to take more.
“Tigress,” he moaned as he fucked her. “I want to…I need…” he trailed off as she clenched around him. “Fuck.”
“Give it to me,” she demanded. “I know you want to.” She looked back at him and rotated her hips. “I made you wait, remember? Weren’t you supposed to use that as fuel when you slid into my pussy? Stop handling me like I’m going to break.”
The smile she gave him was nothing short of arousing. His dick couldn’t get any harder if it tried, and damn, did it try. She was goading him, turning the key to that locked cage.
“Fuck me, Killian.”
